Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

Hearing this sigh, Fiorina suddenly turned her head and looked at her shoulder. She saw a thin braid of jet black hair suspended above her shoulder armor. The cross section at its end was so smooth that it looked like it was being braided. Cut by a sharp edge.

With just one glance, Fiorina immediately recognized that it was Ohm's hair, and that sigh as soft and eternal as the breeze was exactly what Ohm was really thinking after hearing her words.

"You guy..."

Fiorina felt a sour liquid swirling in her chest, and even the beating frequencies of the two hearts in her body were uneven at this moment.She carefully wrapped the braid around the ring finger of her right hand, just like Ohm always wore her hair at the base of her finger.

Gently brushing the thin braids that were as hard and strong as metal threads, Fiorina once again looked at the sky where Ohm had disappeared, tightly held the palm of her right hand in her arms, and whispered: "...Sure enough, I am carrying it on my back. I secretly grew my hair long!"

Qi Er's short gray hair moved automatically without the wind, but this time it was not the breeze blowing from the outside world, but the spiritual energy erupting from the body of the purple phoenix!

In an instant, thick dark clouds gathered from all directions, and living thunder surged among the dark clouds.Its edges were burning with green and white fire, almost covering the entire Himalayas.

She shouted: "Trajan!"

The mountain-strong Imperial Guard knelt on one knee, lowered his head and roared like a violent bear: "I'm here!"

"The changes in Holy Terra are by no means an expansion of mountains and rivers. Send out the Imperial Guard patrols to carefully search the newly added area. Anyone who behaves suspiciously can be killed first and questioned later."

Fiorina's voice was colder and harder than the frozen soil on the top of the mountain, and orders came from the Queen's mouth one after another: "Instruct the Seventh Legion to return to defend Terra, and any possible rebellion must be suppressed with the harshest means. .

"The Mechanicus are making arrangements to expand existing industrial industries. Within two months, I will see every inch of valuable land being used to manufacture weapons for frontline warriors.

"The Loyal Si Legion conducts population screening on newly added territories and recruits qualified candidates to join the legion. Anyone who attempts to mutiny or escape will be killed.

"The patrol intervals between the Heretic Tribunal and the Alien Tribunal will be doubled. Anyone with heretical behavior or mutant tendencies will be burned on the spot.

"Inform the Mars foundry base to mine resources, and let those iron-clad meat iterate technology to death. The empire's current firepower is far from enough. The emperor's flagship must be larger in size and have a larger macro cannon."

Fiorina pulled out the Flame Blade from her waist and held it in front of her. Fiorina looked down at Trajan: "The Emperor is temporarily away from Terra, but the Empire should not relax! Let this war machine give me 100% Put it into operation, let the galaxy burn and the universe tremble!"

Faced with these orders that were like blades and smelled of blood, Trajan agreed without hesitation: "Yes! Queen!"

"Don't call me queen, I am not a weakling who can only hide behind the wings of the emperor." Fiorina's hoarse voice made her words roll like iron sand, "I am the purple phoenix of the empire, serving the emperor. Apostle of war! Trajan, I only have one title, and that is Archduke Finlay!"

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"Emperor! Ohm! Take me away!"

Grindelwald sat with the plaster statue of the Thinker, his hands raised to the clear blue sky.

This tearful cry shocked the chickens that were pecking at his feet and scattered in all directions. Their simple little minds couldn't understand what was going on with this old man who looked like a shriveled walnut.

"I really can't stand it!"

The gazes of the roosters and hens could not make Grindelwald stop crying. The Dark Lord, who terrified Europe and America, howled like a child who had been robbed of a lollipop: "What kind of job did you arrange for me! I've been teaching Grawp for so long, and this guy still can only count to six! Ah—the Emperor—"

"Stop howling. He can't hear me. You're just adding extra stress to my already high blood pressure."

The door of the cabin was pushed open, and a haggard-looking Dumbledore walked out of the door. He held a wooden board for writing under his arm, with crooked marks painted on it with black charcoal.

In order to attract Grawp to concentrate on his studies, Dumbledore also hung a scarf made of apples around his neck, which made him look somewhere between a crazy old madman and a voodoo shaman.

But the old man no longer cared about his appearance. Exhausted mentally and physically, he sat down next to Grindelwald, almost pushing the thinker off the wooden stake.

Grindelwald glanced sideways at the thing in his old friend's hand: "What are you teaching in this class? That thing looks like a snake that was crushed to death by a truck and embedded in the asphalt road by a road roller."

"What comes out of your mouth is always full of misfortune." Dumbledore tremblingly took out a piece of honey candy from his pocket, put the whole piece into his mouth, chewed it, and said vaguely, "It's even more unfortunate. What’s wrong is that this unfortunate snake is your name.”

"this is my name?!"

In disbelief, Grindelwald grabbed the wooden board under Dumbledore's arm, and pointed it at the sun repeatedly as if to verify its authenticity: "Merlin's most colorful briefs, these things even made my mother write I can’t even recognize it!”

"Then I can only tell you that Graup did his best."

Dumbledore chewed the candy and shrugged his shoulders. At that moment, Hagrid's voice comforting Grawp came from the hut: "Good boy, good boy. You can count to 6, can't you? That's great!"

This was undoubtedly another stab in Grindelwald's heart. He yelled at Dumbledore frantically: "I have given him dozens of lessons! Even if it is a wild boar, I can make it pass from Princeton." He graduated from the University Department of Mathematics! And what about him? Graup! This guy can still only count to 6! He is exactly the same as before I gave him lessons!"

(Note: Princeton University’s mathematics department is the best mathematics department in the world.)

"Calm down, calm down." Dumbledore used his palm to cover the spit that spewed from Grindelwald's mouth, "Don't forget, this is the punishment Ohm gave us both."

As soon as he heard Ohm's name, Grindelwald was immediately discouraged, fell down dejectedly, and muttered: "He really knows how to torture people... Teaching a hybrid giant to learn mathematics, ha, if I catch him in the future A demon who is the lord of tricks, I want him to enjoy this kind of treatment... By the way, what is the next lesson?"

"A new course, life skills and etiquette training." Dumbledore took out a small piece of paper from his pocket, held it far away, and narrowed his blue eyes behind his half-moon glasses, " The unlucky guy who teaches this is..."

"it's me."

An old gentleman who seemed to have stepped out of a British court drama came unnoticed in front of two peers. He was wearing sparkling Oxford leather shoes and standing in the mud and filth of the chicken pen, but he seemed to be attending an event in the Palace of Versailles. Dinner.

Hilbert Jean Angers took off the bowler hat on his head and gracefully saluted the two of them while stroking their chests. He said politely in the eyes of the other party: "The unlucky guy in your mouth is me. "